My heart isn’t worth anything anymore
I wasn’t enough of a reason
And I’m just a side piece
I’ll settle for anything that makes me feel better
Alive

Is it worth it?

You’ve had the upper hand the whole time
I’m about to backhand your face
Reach out to me for goodness sake
Hands folded, begging for relief

Have I ****** this whole thing up by having feelings?
Are you done with me?
The complete role reversal here is painful
At least I communicated what was happening to you when I ran away
Am I that intimidating?
All I wanted was to be sweet
I miss your arms
I miss your head on my chest
I’m so lost and confused
You made me want that chance with you
You made me so happy
And now I’m at this low that I didn’t anticipate experiencing anytime soon
My heart is so tired of hurting
The quiet nights are eating me alive

Ripping soul from flesh
Throat through my neck
**** my voice and stop dreaming about control
Heart on my sleeve and on my shirt
Holding it in all day but it's a lie
Sleeping when I'm awake
Dreaming of a better time better place more rhymes
Songs stuck in my soul
Hurting me more and more

Who will I be when I wake myself up
Who can I be if anything at all
T-pose for the haters
**** I hate myself
Close my eyes in the wind and breathe

Crumbling like a cookie
Melted like chocolate
Honey dripping from your lips into mine
Biting into me like a crunch bar

You say I’m delicious
Tasty
Decadent

Get the hell over here and kiss me more

I’ve been sleeping for too long
At this point is it worth waking up again?
Bright soul melancholy nature
Baby crow and phoenix
Coexisting or uninhabitable?
Habits that destroy my heart and future peace
I can’t say no
It’s ripping me apart
Experimental or experience?
Appetitive lost the second I enjoy myself
If I try, can I own up to today?
Can I handle the choices I make when I turn myself off?
Or am I truly killing myself?
The second, the second I decide to wake up
I know what’s waiting for me and what it means
And I’m just not enough - too small to face it
What do I do when it’s impossible to please myself?
When I don’t meet my own desires or expectations?
What do I do when they’re so important, I can’t lower them?
I have no genuine purpose aside from waking up and staying
Awake Alive Sober, Somber, Discontent, Trying
I’m so strained and tired and sleeping is so nice…

Slow burn
Softly dying
Six years
Little by little
Chipping away
Degrading sanity
Take advantage of
Unrequited love
I just wish
You didn’t let me do this to you